Nostalgia Is The Most Comforting Lie

The liquid cool blood of the Mistress of Glum came to a shine as her face became flush with a faint shade of blueberry. The feeling of someone's weight pressing against her head wasn't a feeling Saiko detested as her guest gave the maiden a tender pat on the head. In spite of that, her internal sense of self felt off by these actions in the sense of trying to overcome her own awkward means of social interaction, the woman still remained firmly in place as Rodolfo started to ease on into her space.

"...!"

The electric warmth of lips pressing against the skin made Saiko's pale blue eyes sparkle with new life as it had been a sensation which had not been felt in quite some time. Volts of electricity surged down her spine, pumped into her heart and the woman began to feel a powerful aura of heat swelling inside of her. These feelings were confusing for her to process, so she started blinking for a few moments before fidgeting with her hands, fingers and face uncertain of how to follow-up with this action as the sense intimacy between the two felt comfortable, yet uncomfortable. Welcomed, yet unwelcomed. Loving, yet unloved.

Her mind was not one which was easily made up, so it instead focused on the subject at hand: the orb of her feeling. Inside of this vessel of Saiko's inner essence were fragments of feelings. Was he to have it all in one bite? No. That would take time. He would, however, begin to see her life in fragments and pieces. The image of a human girl came to mind; one which was happy, chipper and felt a sense of love being a family which adored her. Then, in shades of bright red blood, that image became distorted as visuals of monsters consuming her and her family came to mind. With a shine of white light, the life of a shinigami came to pass, the familiar sights of a family and friends bled through and it all shattered at the wake of these demonic creatures slaughtering them, subjugating her spirit and forcing the woman to betray her own kind to seak the salvation of their souls to prevent them from being damned in hell.

This sense of dread, anxiety, heartache, woe, and concern bled through the orb so that Rodolfo may begin to get a better sense of what was going on in this woman's heart. Not even this sphere could ease someone that quickly into her life, but it gave them a bridge to begin crossing if nothing else. She couldn't ever imagine figuring out how to explain every facet of her life in these centuries of living, so instead she decided to rest in his lap, let him come to his own conclusions and allowed her to begin moving her finger around his face to enjoy the sensation of skin touching each other as she did feel more relaxed than before.

"....you....are welcome."

After uttering those timid words out, the woman followed up with this:

"....what do you think of that....?"

Curious as to his thoughts on what he had ingested, Saiko awaited to see what other words and actions the male would move forward with as she felt comfortable around him at this point. It was a welcomed feeling of relief for her, so she was interested in just riding this out for as long as it would last.